Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Botswana and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
OOIOO,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Don Cherry,
Bluetip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Delon & Dalcan,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
Chrome,
The Fortunes,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
The Sonics,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Altered Images,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.